Broken Dreams

I once had the dream of
Making you proud of me...
But that dream was shot
Down years ago...
You'll only be disgraced
By your daughter
Who can't do anything
The right way...
Every night when you
Go to bed you ask
God why I can't be
More like your
Perfect son...

I once had the dream of
Being loved by someone...
But who can love someone
As messed up as me?
They don't care how
Much love I have
To give them...
They only care bout
The size of my chest...
And the scares all
Over my arms...
And the pain that
Lives deep within me...

I once had the dream of
Healing all my wounds...
Buut you just add to them
Every single day...
Making even more
Than what I managed
To heal that night...

I once had the dream of
Living to a hundread...
But that can't be so
If i laying on the floor
In a pool of blood
With you standing
Above me holding
This poem in your
Rough hands...

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